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The Water Suited Them

No Coincide

The mothers started bringing measuring tapes. A cable came from Medellín that October. The photograph in it had been taken on a Tuesday at quarter past nine in the morning by a forensic technician named Hernán Quintero who did not know what he had photographed until he saw the mother

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Gloved

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Feriado

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Not the Same Thing

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The Amenities

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Priority Date

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American Enough

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What Remained

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Eight Binders

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They Are Counting Too

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It Looked Like a Lake

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What the Feed Is For

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The Inheritance

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Beneath Us

A Suitable Man

The body on the floor of Saydnaya has a number written on its chest in black marker. The number is 3659. The body has been photographed from three angles: face, profile, full length. The photographer is wearing rubber boots. He has taken this photograph before. He will take it again.

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Predictable Ruin

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Enough

The Immune Response

You already know. You know a rich man had an island. You know about the planes and the girls and the famous names in the flight logs. You know he went to prison once, briefly, for a crime that should have put him away for life, and you know he

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The Song Continues

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Meat for Metal

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Dig It

The We

The first time he killed a man he thought of her hands. Wringing out the mop. Wringing out the cloth. The way she squeezed until nothing was left. The motion is the same. He learned it watching her. He learned it before he learned to read. You grip and you

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